Virginia
One minute, I’m lying here on cloud nine, enjoying the feel of Rafe’s warm body fitted snugly against mine, the next he’s peeling off my panties, lifting me until I’m on my knees, and planting me over his face.
Then his mouth is buried in my pussy, and I can’t even breathe.
“Oh, God, oh, God, oh, God,” I cry.
My husband is very skilled with his tongue, and as I rake my fingers through my hair and ride his face the way I want to ride his cock, he reminds me how fast he can make me feel so good that my mind begins to splinter.
I love the way he eats me out. Every stroke of his tongue is greedy and possessive. He owns every inch of this pussy, and he’ll lick and pleasure it as he sees fit. His fingers dig into my hips, and I cry out at the deliberate way he moves his tongue against my clit. It’s pure heaven.
Just when the pleasure seems to have found a gloriously steady pace, he zeroes in on my clit, licking and sucking until I’m wild.
“Rafe. Oh, God, Rafe,” I cry out, riding his tongue to the highest peak, then shuddering with pleasure and grinding my hips against him as I come.
Rafe flips me on my back, pushes my legs over my head, and moves between my legs. I don’t even have time to catch my breath and his perfect cock is pushing inside me, stretching my skin as he moves deeper into my pussy. He doesn’t make it all the way in the first time. I’m too tight, and he’s not wearing a condom, but I’m dripping with a combination of arousal and Rafe after that delicious oral he gave me.
He pulls his hips back and withdraws, then grasps his cock and pushes the tip inside me. “You ready for me, sweetheart?”
I nod my head. “You don’t have to go easy. Bury yourself inside me. I can take it.”
Positioning my legs on his shoulders to free up his hands, he tells me, “You’re perfect.” My heart fills up and a smile steals across my face, then Rafe locks our fingers together, pins my hands to the bed, and drives his cock inside me. I cry out with pleasure. It stings a little, but the way I like it. I love the sting of his invasion, the feeling of fullness when he’s all the way inside me.
“There’s no better feeling than being full of your cock,” I tell him.
He captures my lips and kisses the fuck out of me before murmuring roughly, “You only think that because you’ve never been inside your pussy.”
Rafe buries his face in my neck and steals my ability to respond. When his lips travel up and down my neck, words are too difficult. He pulls his hips back, pistons them forward, and bites me. I gasp in surprise, but it’s already over, his lips already soothing the skin.
“I like marking my property,” he murmurs in my ear.
I hold onto his broad shoulders for dear life as he pumps inside me. “Mark away, baby.”
Releasing my hands, he pulls out of me and switches positions. Once he’s on his side, he reaches for me, grabbing a handful of my ass and pulling me on top of him.
“Ride your husband’s cock, Virginia.”
The word hasn’t thrilled me much lately, but in this context, from his perfect lips, looking down at him relaxed and naked in our bed, it strikes me like a lightning bolt of pleasure. My insides go gooey for a minute and I obey, dutifully lifting my hips, guiding his cock to my entrance, and taking him inside me. I’ve never been entirely confident in this position, but Rafe excels at making me feel more beautiful than I ever have before. The way my gorgeous husband looks up at me as I ride him, the heat of desire in his eyes, fills me with affection.
He doesn’t let me ride him for very long, though. When he’s ready to move on, he grabs my hips to stop me, pulls me off his dick, and nods at the bed.
“Now, tummy down. I seem to remember I owe you a spanking for lusting after Sin’s cock.”
Face flaming, I object. “I was not lusting after Sin’s cock. I was joking.”
“You were being a brat,” he states roughly. “Act like a little brat and I’ll treat you like one.”
I flatten myself against the bed, grabbing for a pillow since he told me to earlier. “With your belt?”
Smoothing a hand over my ass, he says, “No, I’ll use my hand tonight.”
Okay, I know I like that. He’s smacked my ass before.
“When I do use my belt,” he goes on, “you’ll be ready for it. All right? I’ll never do anything you’re not ready for. We’ll work up to it, make sure you like it first. If it turns out you don’t, we won’t go there. It’s not the end of the world; we can still have plenty of fun in the bedroom.”
Contentment washes over me. I nod my head. “All right.”
Then with a hint of amusement in his tone, he tells me, “And your safe word is cheesecake.”